Identity Stolen Novels & Stories

“Did you or did you not open an account at Banco Sabadell in June?” “No. I’ve never banked with Sabadell…” “Your signature is on the application.” He shows me the document. It’s my signature, my handwriting, my identification documents. “But I didn’t sign this…” “Then someone forged it. Someone with access to your personal information and identification. Someone like your father.” Marina is flipping through pages. “This is identity fraud. My client is a victim…” “Or a co-conspirator who is now claiming ignorance because her father conveniently died before he could testify.”

She simply gestured for us to sit on two folding metal chairs while she leaned against the edge of a battered metal desk. "You're the ex-wife," Evelyn said, her voice dry, raspy, and stripped of all sentimentality. "Yes," I replied, keeping my spine straight. "And you want to vanish." "I want to live without someone watching my every breath," I said, my hands resting instinctively over the wool of my coat, shielding the swell beneath. "I need an identity that cannot be queried through standard credit bureaus or state databases. A clean slate." Evelyn’s gaze dropped to my midsection, lingering on the subtle, guarded posture of my hands. Her thin lips tightened into a grim, unyielding line.

"An arrest warrant," Ethan repeated, each word measured and dangerous. "For what, exactly?" The CPS worker Amelia hadn't even caught her name in the chaos ,glanced down at her phone like it might offer her an easier way to say the next part. "Financial fraud," she said finally. "Something about falsified insurance records connected to a medical clinic. The DA's office is treating the identity theft angle seriously, given the amount of money potentially tied to a trust." "Someone impersonated me to order that DNA test," Amelia said slowly, the pieces slotting into place with sickening speed. "And now they're accusing me of committing the fraud myself."

His expression brightened in a way that immediately concerned me. “Your new personality.” —- It had tabs. Of course it had tabs. “It has tabs.” “Apparently identity theft is very organised when a king approves it.” Rowan made a noise into his mug. I opened the cover. There were forms. An enormous number of forms. Medical access. Banking. Travel. Property records. Contact procedures. Several pages about protected addresses and alternative registration systems that I did not understand and was not going to admit to not understanding in front of two people.

A week later, John and Karen were officially placed under investigation on suspicion of fraud. The amount involved exceeded two million dollars, with more than a dozen victims. I heard Karen was still cursing me in the detention center, calling me heartless. But they were the ones who used my identity to make money. They were the ones who let their grandson bully my granddaughter at kindergarten. In the end, they even tried to use public opinion to destroy my reputation. And I was the heartless one? As for Ms. Carter and Ms. Zeller, their endings came quickly too.

Justin said “I don’t think I want to bring him in. We can barely trust who we have in our lives right now. I don’t think I want any other stranger or anybody betraying us. I would take a couple of guards we would look for Arielle. She would have some sort of information about Phillip’s whereabouts. We can her to talk to us. I can reach her and reason with her. She didn’t hurt any of us while she was here” Alex said

, Rita said, horrified. "It is my dear. We also found out that these monies were diverted from the company's account to his own account. Upon further investigations, we found out various receipts for different purchases made by the company which might I say is fake. Gabriel not only stole a large amount of money but he also created fake receipts to cover up his crimes", Rodrigo said with fury in his eyes. Rita was lost for words. She didn't know what to do or think as Rodrigo revealed more of Gabriel's crimes.

My mind starts racing as questions start running. If Stan isn't Stan, then who is he? Did he steal someone's identity? Could he be a murderer? This whole time, he has been lying to me from the beginning. From the first date to his proposal. The man continues as I stand in front of him in shock "Everything that I told you about me was correct. I never lied about my childhood, my occupation, or my feelings for you. I didn't steal someone's identity because Stan Lucassen is my alias. It has been given to me by the Italian government. I wanted to tell you ever since we first met. But I wasn't allowed. This is because I was under witness protection. Your brother and best friend knew about my true

“I know what you are doing. You are trying to put everything on me, aren’t you?” “She is an imposter!” someone shouted, storming into the house. My jaw dropped. It was Lisa, disguised as me. “We meet again, Josie,” Lisa said. “Can someone explain what’s going on here?” Hudson cut in, turning to me. “What are they talking about, Angela?” I couldn’t speak. I just watched the scene unfold. I trusted this stupid girl! “I will explain, Sir. This psychopath stole my identity. She is an imposter who disappeared from the psychiatric hospital. Since then, she is been going around stealing people’s identities. Her real name is Josie Johnson,” Lisa explained.

"Whoever this fake Ryan is, he better hide well because he's in deep trouble." Josh's voice was grim. "I know. Identity theft carries a sentence of up to 15 years in prison. We'll need to investigate further." I hung up the phone, my mind racing with possibilities. Who was this person, and what did he want?